Ian
My hand held Wanda's; it's so small and soft. I stroked her billows of honey hair; it smelt like apricots. I looked into her turquoise green eyes, the silver ring glimmering. I remembered holding her. Holding Wanda. She was the most beautiful creature and she loved me. It didn't matter that she was an alien, nor that her species had almost completely wiped out the human race, she was the kindest, bravest, modest and giving person I've ever met, and I loved her.
Which is why, we were going to take a leap of courage. I planned to take our love to the next level. She was still unaware if my idea, but she would go along. I knew who I loved. It was not Melanie, not her body, I loved Wanda.
I could still remember the hurt and rejection when she kissed Jared in Melanie's body. It ached that she was forced to love him. But that was over. Everything had fallen into place.
I dropped Wanda's hand, reassuring her worried little eyes, and made my way over to Jeb,
"Jeb, do you think Wanda and I could have a room to our self?"
Jeb smiled and chuckled. "I suppose you can. But you be careful. You're a good man Ian, but don't push her, kay?" Jeb warned, turning serious. I nodded and smiled behind his back.
I returned to Wanda and stroked her peachy hands. Her sprinkles of freckles were the most adorable things I'd ever seen. I kissed her nose and ran my fingers through her hair for the second time.